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title:	"Dang, ain’t that the truth."
date:	2018-03-13
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  Dang, ain’t that the truth.

Now that you bring it up…if I could…I’d refuse this world[1] and ask for my money back!

Hang on, I’m supposed to be experimenting with being more positive…or something…let’s see…

I **DO **refuse to inherit this Earth and the associated shit. Since I can’t return it or the humans to the manufacturer[4] for repair, I shall have to see what I can do by myself.** Something has to give.**

Failing that[5] I shall at least fight for and exercise my right to party!

Speaking of party…cammos and combat drugs…damn. That really sounds like just our scene — a ton of fun *while it lasts…*

Course, this brings me to realise I’m a lot more attuned to the Wavelength from the supposed comfort of my desk than actually seeking the Rush. I suppose the claws of addiction just haven’t fully sunk in yet…and that despite [2] I am a *bit* meek, even if loathe to admit it.

Hmm, I was hoping that German would have a word for that mixed sort of feeling. You know, one that is essentially just the words for the component feelings shoved in a blender.

Side note: I still have yet to watch Firefly. Criminal, I know. I do very much *intend* to watch it, if that makes it any better.[7]

[1] Not that I’m *meek[2]— *more that I am young enough[3] to be considered ‘The Next Generation’

[2] Fuck *that*

[3] *Barely*

[4] The logistics of that would be a *nightmare — *not to mention difficulty figuring out the return addresses…

[5] Which seems overwhelmingly likely[6]

[6] Whoops, there comes the cynicism, inevitable as always…

[7] It doesn’t, does it…